Making Happy Memories of Childhood
When I was a little girl, my most favorite pastime was time with my mom.
I lived for our evenings together.
I loved when she read books to me. She always picked the most interesting stories. I loved coming to work with her sometimes and sitting at the very far back desk in her classroom. You, guys, I felt SO proud that is was MY MOM out there! Teaching others!
I loved our walks home during holidays when the days were short. We would always stop by the store on the way home to look at decorations, and there was something so incredibly magical in that, I still get “fuzzies” in my stomach when go back in memories.
She was always working, always beautiful, always an example to follow. She pushed me to learn to be outside of my comfort zone and taught me to never settle for anything less than what I truly want. I hope I get to be half the example and half the mother she was to me. She is my best friend. We don’t always agree, but she is the one I know is always there for me and I always can confide in.
We took her to the airport on Sunday and I kissed her off to go back to the rest of the family who are overseas. I lived in US for exactly 20 years this year, but, you know, it still doesn’t get any easier to say good-byes.
I choose my path. I love it, wouldn’t want to change it.
But sometimes it’s so unbearably painful.
I wish I had a fix for that.